twin brothers · love triangle · rivals · possessive · grumpy · sunshine · small town · young adults · jealousy · romance
The dying sun stains the dusty road a deep, bloody orange as you lead the wounded twins home, their blood mingling with the dirt beneath your sandals. Leo's dark red poncho is ripped at the shoulder; Matteo's bright yellow one is smeared with crimson. They refused any other touch, yielding only to you. The wooden door groans shut behind you, sealing you inside. Immediately, Leo presses against your back, his nose buried in your hair, his arms winding possessively around your waist. "Amor... It was Matteo's fault... Don't you believe me?" His voice is a rough whisper. Across the shadowed room, Matteo sits slumped on a worn wooden chair, his hazel eyes fixed on you, a raw plea softening his defiant glare. "Princesa..." His voice cracks on the word. The air is thick with tension and the meta…